err 4 words-
Magic
Repeatedly
Forty
Admit
mundane body functions
or is it magic action
mind has no control
it tries hard to console
admit heat, boredom
or insomniac’s wisdom
repeatedly induces yawning-
stopping at forty countings
why the revulsion-
such intense aversion
how can it be it crude?
why consider it rude
fancy having psychomachy
maybe it is batrachomyomachy?
This was written in defense of yawning!
Batrachomyomachy
Pronunciation: bæ-trê-kê-mai-om-ê-ki
Part of Speech: Noun, mass
Meaning: A tempest in a teacup, a mountain made of a molehill, making a federal case of a minor issue.
I've learned a couple of new words. I think it's best to just yawn, and forget the battle.
ReplyDeleteThat just made me yawn! Not that it's boring....but just SEEING the word YAWN (dang, there I go again!) sets me off!!!
ReplyDeleteMichele sent me today!
entertained and educated me in one poem :)
ReplyDeleteoff now to find someone to use my new word on
cheers
Good one. You loved these poetic assignments, don't you. Hope you're well, Gautami.
ReplyDeleteSo much fun, but I yawned, not until the second one I realized it, and not from the poem: I loved it - and looked up both words before I saw you had included one.
ReplyDeleteSo if you can write something that brilliant in defense of yawning, what do you come up with after sleeping?
ReplyDelete;o)
Must be great!
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
i found this rather amusing
ReplyDeleteand educating
well done!
thats definitely a new word!!!! and im currently:
ReplyDelete//admit heat, boredom
or insomniac’s wisdom//
you're always enlightening us! thanks
ReplyDeleteWhat I have always wondered, being that a yawn is the brain attempting to aquire oxygen, why is it then that one person gets the yearn to yawn when they see someone else do it. Is their brain jealous because another brain is getting something it perhaps is not?
ReplyDeleteOh, and great poem. Thanks for the words.
ReplyDeleteWow-- I'm impressed.
ReplyDeleteGreat words, put things together well, taught me new words, and you were succinct. I don't know how you do it.
It took me 585 words.
Picking jaw up off the floor and moving on... (I'll say it again. WOW!)
I love it when you write like this
ReplyDeleteLove the fact that you defined the word at the end. I was confused and did a re-read. Very excellent. And for writing just to stay awake even more so. I loved the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteWow, I learned a couple of new words myself.
ReplyDeleteAs a frequent yawner, I really do appreciate this piece :)
OOPS!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me that I had not yet used the word batrachomyomachy in a sentence today...and now I have so I am off the hook.
I know that you know that yawning is a contagious relflex indicative of sleep deprivation, boredom, CO2, or anxiety so let us ignore the superstitious aspects.
Let us not summon a Tempest in a Teapot by arguing whether it is nobler to brazenly yawn in the company of the Queen rather than save it for that hairy beast of Prince that she calls husband. Indeed. What an insufferable bore.
I find him incurably tedious and shall continue to yawn at my leisure whilst in his presence.
My word, where on earth does one go about finding words like batrachomyomachy.
I should think that it must be entirely impossible for the lower classes to pronounce let alone comprehend.
Thank You so very much Gautami.
I find you and your poems deleriously refreshing and absolutely delightful.
Yawning is contagious. And much maligned. It is necessary too when our body lacks oxygen. It is its way of getting more of it.
ReplyDeleteI stumbled upon batrachomyomachy and it made sense for the way we think of yawning.
Enough before all of
you start yawning.
Scarlett, I will write about sleep!
Thanks to all of you and h.e., hugs for you!
Hi Gautami, this has a great rhythm to it -- the pace and short sentences gives it a really clever sound when read aloud. And I also loved the fancy words at the end. I join you in defense of yawning -- it feels good and fills the body with oxygen!
ReplyDeleteA very clever poem... looking up new words so you don't fall asleep. if only body functions were poems - they would be a whole lot more interesting.
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